It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.

She crossed the Sally Gardens, with little snow-white feet.

She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,

But I was young and foolish, and with her I did not agree.



In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand

And upon my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.

She bid me to take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs,

But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears.



Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.

She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.

She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves blow on the tree,

But I was young and foolish, and with her I did not agree.